"Hey!
Ha! "
Fukushima Taro brandished the Tachi in his hand. Every strike carried a terrifying aura. He was using a real sword instead of a vibrating stick.
With each swing, the sweat on his body was shaken off.
If he did not sweat like this, he would not be able to vent Fukushima Taro\'s depression.
"Taro, that\'s enough. Don\'t accidentally hit yourself." Fukushima Tomomi looked at her younger brother worriedly.
Since she woke up early in the morning, her younger brother had been standing in the dojo and brandishing his sword. Furthermore, he was using a real sword. The weight of the sword was not light, and the slightest touch would cause his skin to split open.
She did not expect him to continue standing there and brandishing his sword in the afternoon. He must have been possessed.
Last night, she had read on the news that her younger brother had become like this after inheriting the Nara Divine Sword. Obviously, he had been greatly stimulated.
It would be good if he could put his dedication to swordsmanship elsewhere.
For example, Fukushima Tomomi was now focusing all her energy on making money. It was no longer a dream to become rich and powerful.
After the inheritance ceremony on the 15th, business would definitely usher in a new round of growth. It would be good news for all dojos in the country to have a transcendent swordsman.
However, there were still hidden dangers. If the person who inherited the divine sword was a famous swordsman, his dojo would definitely dominate the market.
It was not unheard of for a dominant dojo to crush other smaller dojos. In short, the situation was not optimistic. Everything would be revealed on the 15th. She would find out who had inherited the divine sword.
Unfortunately, her elder sister was too tight-lipped. She did not reveal any information, and her dojo did not support her.
While thinking about business, Tomomi watched Taro waving his sword for another half an hour before he finally lay on the ground like a dead fish.
He was breathing heavily, and his chest was heaving violently. It was very scary.
"Taro!
You don\'t have to force yourself. "
Unlike her elder sister, Tomomi could not say righteous words of persuasion. Words like sword heart and sword intent were very convincing when they came out of her mouth.
However, Tomomi\'s swordsmanship was not good enough for her to say such beautiful words.
No one would believe her even if she did.
She would be too ashamed to say anything.
"Second sister, am I really not talented?"
"Not really … very. Besides, inheriting the godly blade sounds very difficult. Didn't you see that even Qing Mei didn't go?"
When he thought about how even his eldest sister hadn't been chosen, Fukushima Taro felt much better, even though he felt sorry for his eldest sister …
However, it was still comfortable in an instant!
"Let's go. There's nothing else tonight. Second Sister will take you to eat a delicious meal!"
"It will definitely revitalize my energy and fill my confidence!"
Without any explanation, Tomomi Shujima pulled her younger brother into the car. Although Taro was exhausted, if he wanted to resist, her second sister wouldn't be able to drag him.
Peng Mei's car was still a small car that she had bought with a loan in the past. Although the dojo had made a lot of money, before the first batch of students graduated, all the tuition fees received could not be considered safe.
This was the problem with the education industry. Before the end of a teaching cycle, the money received was just an illusion.
Bringing her younger brother to the Adachi district for dinner was also a way for Tomomi to relieve some of her own stress.
As they slowly drove to Adachi Ward, Taro Shukushima was a little confused.
"Second Sister, is that place so far away?"
"Distance isn't afraid of good food. You'll definitely be full of energy after eating the food there!"
Others might not know, but Tomomi Shukushima was sure that she would be full of energy!
"Adachi."
Taro remembered that Tatsumi Haruyama also lived in the Adachi district, but he hadn't contacted Tatsumi Haruyama since he was defeated so cleanly last time.
'Tsk, what's with the Sword Saint? I can't even beat someone of the same age. Tatsumi Haruyama must also think that I'm too weak.'
That man named Mizuno, Taro Shukushima would never forget this name.
They were about the same age, but Mizuno's swordsmanship was much better than his eldest sister's.
'How can there be such a big gap between people? Taro, you should understand your own level from the moment you lost to Mizuno.'
'If I can't even beat someone of the same age, there must be many people in the world who have been immersed in kendo for many years, far surpassing Mizuno.'
'How can I become the Sword Saint like this? Shouldn't I face reality?'
After parking the car, Taro opened the door and got out, but Tomomi Shukushima sat in the car for a long time without moving.
She was sitting in her seat, taking out makeup from her bag and putting it on.
"No problem, today's makeup is great!"
After four or five minutes, Tomomi Shukushima finally stopped. Seeing her younger brother standing outside and waiting for a long time, her old face blushed slightly.
After coughing, Tomomi pretended to be calm and said seriously, "Then let's go, the ramen here is very delicious."
She was doing this for her younger brother's own good. She wanted him to get to know more outstanding people and not be isolated in his own mind.
'Yes, that's it.'
Softly opening the shop's curtain, Tomomi Shukushima looked inside with a big smile.
Today, she was different from before. She was half a successful person!
— — Tomomi Shukushima punched herself heavily.
'What kind of ramen should I order in front of Mizuno-kun later? What should I start with?'
"Hey!
Where is he! "
'No!
How could such a big noodle maker disappear into thin air?!
'But there's nothing wrong with the layout of the shop. It's still the same.'
"Customer, why are you looking for Mizuno?"
A middle-school girl with a shrewd temperament walked in. "I'm sorry, but Mizuno took the afternoon off."
Being stared at by Mai Sada's eyes, Tomomi Shukushima, an adult, actually felt threatened.
'Damn it.
Where did this cat come from to protect its master? '
…
'Damn it.'
Looking at the restless soul in his hand, Mizuno was a little hesitant.
'Where is this!
Let me out! '
He didn't know if it was because he injected too much Chakra, but the soul of the Stone Dragon Osamu woke up without warning.
Closing the curtain, Mizuno put the soul ball amber on the table.
"Do you know who you are?"
'Stone Dragon Osamu!'
The Stone Dragon Osamu spoke with a serious tone.
"Tch"
The soul seems fine, and it even knows who I am.
Mizuno didn't like this kind of restless soul. How could he continue his research like this? Not to mention, the stone dragon saw his appearance. It's quite intelligent, not as easy to deceive as an animal.
In order to hide his identity, Mizuno had to put on several different identities before he 'went offline'.
'My name is the Stone Dragon Osamu, the greatest Sword Saint since ancient times!'
'I once slew dragons with a single sword and suppressed countless monsters!'
'I suppressed thousands of Heaven's Favorites of my generation, defeating Yin Yang Masters and Great Monsters with a single sword!'
'A small boat crossing the sea …'
Listening to the impassioned voice of the Stone Dragon Osamu, Mizuno's expression became more and more strange.
Is this person proficient in Chinese?
Did he read those web novels?
"Yes, you were the Sword Saint of the generation when you were alive."